"I am sorry," replied his father, "that you cannot fall in with our plans. We expected that you and Jenny would be present at the ceremony, and after dinner we would all come back here together. But, perhaps, in your present mood, it may be as well for you to go. If you feel differently, you can return the first of the week. I am sorry, Duncan, that you are so unhappy about this. I had counted upon your hearty approval of my choice."
Why in the world couldn't Judge McNair have once mentioned the name of his choice?
The next morning, Duncan departed, and Jenny went with her father to call upon the future Mrs. McNair, making what excuse she could for Duncan. She came home more delighted than ever. Very busy was she during the next few days, arranging and rearranging the rooms, preparing little devices of welcome, selecting her gifts, hurrying the dressmaker and hindering everybody.
Meantime Duncan and his cousin Joe were having long talks. Duncan had recounted his troubles, and found Joe a sympathizing listener.
"I wouldn't stand it if I were you."
"I am not going to. I wish I could get something to do here in Caryl. I don't intend to go back to Westville at present."
"Do you mean that?" asked Joe eagerly.
"Yes, I mean it."
"Well, now, say; suppose we go off together! I'm sick of this place. It is awful poky anyway. I just want to see the world."
"But will your father let you go?" asked Duncan, in surprise.